Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Regretting everything (Tom Holland)

Requested by XXxAva_HollandxXX: Y/N and Tom get into a heated argument, and Tom ends up accidentally hitting her. No matter how much he apologises and begs her to stay, Y/N won't listen and breaks up with him for it. A week later, Tom goes to Y/N's apartment to try again to get her back, and they end up getting back together.

*Please note: as the request suggests, this one-shot contains themes of domestic abuse. If that's something that anyone feels like is too much for them to handle, please don't read this chapter, I'll be back soon with lighter stuff. If you're fine with that, as always, thank you, and enjoy xxx*

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Tom." I sighed and shook my head as I walked around the house and picked random stuff up as I went, Tom following me like a lost puppy on my heels.

"It's something that we need to talk about, Y/N. I'm leaving again in two months, for a year and a half. We need to discuss if you're coming with me." He scoffed.

"And I already told you that I'm not." I spat as I put down the laundry basket before turning to face him.

"And I don't understand why not." He shook his head, making me sigh and clench my jaw at him. Tom and I had been together for two years now, and we were as happy as could be together. Of course as a couple, we had our fair share of fights, tonight being one that was slowly but surely becoming more heated as we went on. Due to Tom's job as an actor, naturally he had to travel a lot, with my boyfriend often being forced to spend months on end apart from me. We'd always made it work, but now he had to move back to America for a year and a half to film the third 'Spider-Man' movie. And he'd asked me to come with him. Normally, I wouldn't have hesitated to say yes. After all, I loved him, and I wasn't entirely sure if our relationship would survive us being apart for that long. But as much as I wanted to join him, I had my own responsibilities, including my own job, looking after Tessa whilst Tom was gone, and looking after our joint apartment too. This was where the fight had started. I had made it clear to Tom that whilst I wanted to join him, my responsibilities to both my own career and our growing life together just meant that it wouldn't work. And, well...he had argued back that we'd figure it out. As the fight progressed with me arguing that it wouldn't work and him insisting that it would, I had started to say that I wouldn't go purely out of spite for my boyfriend. I knew that that was immature, and I really did want to go with him, but I was always the one looking after his dog and our home whilst he was gone, so I knew how much it took to look after.

"I've told you why not a million times, Tom. Apart from my own career to think about, we have Tessa, we have this apartment, none of it can be just up and left." I nodded.

"You have a career that can be done remotely, for a company that also has offices in Atlanta, Tessa loves my family and so they can take her, and I can also get Sam to check the apartment every week. It's all fixable stuff." He replied before his eyes wavered.

"If you don't want to come, love, just say. There's no point in making up all of these excuses, it's childish." He mumbled and shook his head. My eyes widened at his words.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Tom? Of course I want to come with you, I love you, so don't you dare try to imply that I'm just making excuses for not going." I snapped.

"What are you doing then?! Because you keep insisting that these responsibilities have you shackled to the UK, but all of it can be dealt with, or done from America! There's literally nothing stopping you from coming with me, so yeah, it definitely looks like you just don't want to go with me." He spat.